[Tate's still a bit shaken up when Derek gets to him, staring up at him when he takes his hand and he's looking back to the pile of wood again when he realizes his pain is slipping away. His eyes drop to his hand again and he sees the cut start to fade, but doesn't even feel the dull sting of it. But he does feel the subtle shake of Derek's hands clasping on to his, and he nudges his knuckles against Derek's hand to push it away.]
I'm okay. I just - I tried to... and I couldn't.
[He sits forward, reaching out toward the panel of wood again and jolting back when he feels the strange push prevent him from laying a finger on it. Go figure, Tate's feelings toward rejection do extend to seeming hurt by a piece of wood not allowing him to touch it.]
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[Tate's still a bit shaken up when Derek gets to him, staring up at him when he takes his hand and he's looking back to the pile of wood again when he realizes his pain is slipping away. His eyes drop to his hand again and he sees the cut start to fade, but doesn't even feel the dull sting of it. But he does feel the subtle shake of Derek's hands clasping on to his, and he nudges his knuckles against Derek's hand to push it away.]
I'm okay. I just - I tried to... and I couldn't.
[He sits forward, reaching out toward the panel of wood again and jolting back when he feels the strange push prevent him from laying a finger on it. Go figure, Tate's feelings toward rejection do extend to seeming hurt by a piece of wood not allowing him to touch it.]
I don't understand.